The Village Lair - Part 1
Hello readers.This is Raghav and I’m trying to present a story for the first time.So please bear my non-linear story telling style and enjoy the series yet to come I.The Surprise My eyes were open before i realized i was wide awake.I observed the bright yellow sun rays advancing timidly across the ceiling,hinting that i had slept late into the day.My head was weirdly clear, something i found impossible as far as my memory takes me back.I remember feeling my mouth dry and having no recollection of where i was and how i got to be here,lying on my back staring at the comforting blank ceiling. A crippling sense of laze had already taken over my body and my mind had me convinced that i could keep doing this all day. I knew this feeling,a sweet hangover.The slight breeze across the room sent a chill through my body.A window was open on the far side but more importantly,i realized i had no clothes on.Smiling stupidly,i sat up on my bed only to get shocked out of my senses. Now to just state what i saw would be a grave injustice on my part to the mysterious forces of nature put to work by the indomitable wishes of people over the world.But that day, I did realize that sometimes your fantasies come true when you least expect them.i see a woman sleeping face-down, her head covered by the blanket,turned away from me.More than the intrigue i had about the identity of the woman,my mind was interested in her naked body spread in full glory on my bed. Now,most people would start to try piecing together their last night right about now,but I had different plans altogether. This still seemed like I was dreaming and i needed some proof that all this was real.I searched for my phone in the heap of clothes lying by the bed on the floor.As i retrieved my phone, I clicked away photos in all angles possible capturing memories that may be lost in time.Well, I always knew I was a weird one but then, high-fived myself for this practical fore-sight.I looked around a bit,i spotted her pile of clothes on the desk.i put on my boxers and hid her clothes under the bed.i had already figured out what had transpired the night before and was thinking on my feet to get the best out of the impossible situation i was in.After setting up the scene,i went inside the attached washroom and turned the flush on.I was sure the noise would wake her up and i pressed my ears to the door waiting.I timed my entry to perfection as i went in to catch the same look on Nysa’s face I had few minutes before. The expression on her face changed from surprise to fear to embarrassment.As i shamelessly stood there ogling at her,she tried to cover her modesty with the inadequate blanket she had searching desperately for her clothes.Hopelessly failing to find them,she stood up and started to leave the room in a hurry.My eyes followed her every movement;she clutched the blanket over her torso barely covering her ‘lady parts’,she covered her bare ass with her free hand and meekly left the room.I heard the door close in her room down the passage way and then,i came out of the trance i was in.After having watched all that, I became sure of one thing: It was going to happen again and a lot times more. II.The Build I was dead tired after the 8 hr bus journey and thanked my stars when i finally spotted the old broken board displaying “Dimapur” implying the end of my ordeal.This wasn’t the first time I had visited my ancestral village,but only once before when i was a child.I had many happy memories of my stay back then.So when my dad got a call from the village relatives to come visit them,I was so excited about the trip.But i never thought things would turn so bad. I was back home during the summer holidays having completed a year of college.I had picked up photography as a hobby at college,and i was dying to try it out with my new camera.That’s why i looked forward to this trip to Dimapur but dad had to attend a seminar for few weeks and mom had to stay back at home.Since we had already given our word,I was forced to visit the relatives all alone. So there I was with my backpack standing at the bus stop in the wee hours of the morning.I had the directions to the house with me,so i walked down the beautiful village road taking in the scenic beauty surrounding me.I intended to make the most out of it,so i started clicking right away.As i made my way down the road,i could hear the sound of water coming from somewhere off the road.Hoping to get even better pics,i followed the sound to a pond.As i made my way out of the undergrowth, i spotted a woman,a gorgeous one at that,probably in her late twenties filling water in earthen pots.Now, this may not sound much to many but i was instantly aroused by the sight of her. She probably had finished her bath because she was still wet,her white saree folded up to her thighs clinging to her body.She had an hourglass figure and looked like an angel.She had her back to me when i started clicking her photos.But soon she suspected of somebody watching her and turned towards me.I ducked behind a tree out of reflex and guilt.i ran back towards the road ignoring her shouts.Once i reached the main road,i made my way hurriedly to my uncle’s place. It was a long time since i had met uncle Ravi.I remember having loads of fun with him when i was a child.He was studying at the university back then in the city and lived at our house.As Dad said,after marriage he went back to the village but still carried out his business in the city. As the rest of my family,he was quite rich and held a large bit of land in the village.I knocked on the door and Uncle Ravi welcomed me with a big hug.He was very happy i could make it.He introduced me to his wife Nysa.This was the first time I met her,and i was a bit surprised since i didn’t expect her to be so young.I later came to know that she had married young and was just 31 as opposed to my 45 year old uncle.